Over the tops of trees it can bring
A cooling relief from a hot summer's sting.
Or a vessel that sails like the falcon and crow
Or a transporter of life to which poppies will grow.
It can ease the weary with diaphonous clouds
And chill the marrow in vaporous shrouds.
It can accompany the rain with drops
As countless as stones in the sea.
But it can never return the feeling of want
The want that you've taken from me.
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